A
IN in the morning,
In the morning early,
Sang a song of warning,"There'll be rain, there'll be rain."Very,very clearly From the
Came the gentle horning,"There'll be rain."But the hasty farmer Cut his hay down,
Did not heed the
From the orchard,
And the mower's
Ceased at noontide,
For with drip and
Down came the rain.
Then the prophet
Hidden in the
Railed upon the farmer,"I told you so,
I told you so."As the rain grew stronger,
And his heart grew prouder,
Notes so full and slow Coming blither, louder,"I told you so,
I told you so,""I told you so."
